Looking at the news headlines of Fengdu Daily, Yunfan frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.
Then he smiled secretly.
"It's exactly what I guessed before!"
"Hong Wenyu is just a scapegoat."
The news headlines on Yunfan’s phone screen at this time.
"Shocked! The long-lost invitation from the God of Death has actually arrived in China!"
"The nightmare is coming! The first person in the country to receive an invitation from the God of Death is actually the young and promising young president of the Qing family!"
Yunfan clicked on the news and started browsing it.
The general content is that half an hour ago, Qingchuan, the young president of the Qing family, just received an invitation from the God of Death.
The time of death is exactly 2pm tomorrow.
As soon as this incident was announced, everyone in Fengdu was instantly panicked.
Qingchuan's father even threatened to exchange one billion for his son's life.
Of course, this matter immediately attracted the attention of domestic official departments, and even sent a group of mysterious organizations into Fengdu.
After browsing the news content, the comments below were overwhelming.
"Damn it, isn't it! The invitation from the God of Death has come to the country?"
"Holy shit, this is too sudden, it feels so scary!"
"By the way, who is this Qingchuan? Is there anyone with general education? I feel like this person is so unlucky."
"Haha, you're welcome here. If you dare to come to our country to cause trouble, they will never come back!"
"Long live China, let the whole world see the consequences of those who dare to come to our country to cause trouble!"
"Don't think too wonderfully about the people upstairs, the invitations from the God of Death are not some ordinary terrorists!"
"I'm from Fengdu. When I first saw the news, my scalp went numb, and my colleagues around me were also scared."
"Fengdu? I'll go. Fortunately, it's not my idol landlord who received the invitation from the God of Death, otherwise I would be worried to death!"
"Yes, yes, when I first saw the word "Fengdu", my heart tightened, but fortunately, it has nothing to do with the landlord, otherwise the novel I am following will probably be about eunuchs."
........
Yunfan roughly read the comments and then put down the phone.
The Death Invitation still took action against Qingchuan.
It's just that this guy is not as smart as Mr. Qing.
If he announces the news, he won't be the only one who will die.
.......
At this time, Qingchuan was huddled in the corner of a certain room.
Now he was trembling with fear and his mood had already collapsed.
In just one hour, he experienced the feeling of falling from heaven to hell!
No matter how arrogant and energetic a person is in normal times, when they know the news that they are going to die, they will immediately collapse to the extreme.
No one is exempt!
"Dong dong dong"
There was a knock on the door.
Hearing this voice, Qingchuan's body trembled and his expression became panicked.
He yelled immediately.
"roll!!!"
"Don't even bother me!"
After the words fell, the door was still pushed open.
A middle-aged man, probably about fifty years old, walked in.
Wearing a high-end and expensive custom-made suit, he looked at Qingchuan who was curled up on the ground.
There is doting and determination in his eyes.
But he still said dissatisfiedly: "You are a worthless thing. Just this little thing scares you into pissing your pants?"
Upon hearing this, Qingchuan immediately raised his head and said hurriedly.
"Dad, help me, help me, I don't want to die!"
The middle-aged man sighed silently, but clenched his fists and said.
"You won't die. No one can take your life because I won't allow it!"
The tone is extremely domineering, full of the momentum of a superior!
These words gave Qingchuan a glimmer of hope.
"Dad, is it true? I won't die?"
"nonsense!"
The middle-aged man made a cold sound, then turned and walked out of the room.
After seeing his father leave, Qingchuan slowly stood up from the ground. The person he admired most was his father.
So after hearing his father's words just now, Qingchuan felt somewhat confident and hopeful.
"right!"
"I will not die, I will never die!"
"I'm still young, and I still have a lot of money that I haven't enjoyed yet, so I will never die!"
Qingchuan muttered to himself as if he was losing his mind.
........
Picture everything.
At this time, Yunfan on the train also guessed that Qingchuan must have peed his pants in fear.
But again, he felt that Qingchuan's move to announce the news was absolutely stupid!
Not only would this not save him, but it would make the matter worse, and he would not be the only one to suffer.
Just then, the phone suddenly rang.
"Come on, draw a dragon with me on the left and a rainbow on the right."
Looking at the caller ID on the phone, it was Su Chenglong calling.
Yunfan didn't want to know what the other party was going to say when he called.
Seeing that the train stopped in another city, Yunfan took his cell phone and walked out of the box.
Take a breather while answering the phone.
Standing on the platform outside the train, Yun Fan lit his golden pipe and then picked up the phone and said.
"Hey, Mr. Su, what's going on?"
Soon Su Chenglong's nervous voice came from the phone receiver.
"Yun, Mr. Yun, have you received the message?"
Yunfan took a puff of cigarette and then said with a smile.
"Are you talking about Qingchuan receiving an invitation from the God of Death?"
"Yes, that's it. It's too sudden. How could such a terrible thing suddenly come to our Fengdu!"
"Moreover, the old director and others also called me just now and wanted to ask me what I thought. I am also a little nervous now."
"Mr. Yun, do you think this invitation from the God of Death is aimed at the Qing family or Fengdu?"
I have to say that big guys like Su Chenglong think about problems more thoroughly than the average person.
Ordinary people would only think that Qingchuan had offended the God of Death's invitation.
But these big guys don’t think so, because they know that Qingchuan does not have such great energy, so they suspect that the invitation from the God of Death is aimed at the Qing family, or perhaps the entire Fengdu!
Yunfan smiled.
"Thinking too much. No matter who the Death invitation is for, my advice to you is to keep your distance from the Qing family for the time being!"
Since the death of Mr. Qing, the Qing family has cut off all connections in Fengdu, and the relationship between Yunfan and the Qing family has long faded away.
Especially now that Qingchuan has received the invitation from the God of Death, Yunfan will not meddle in this matter.
What's more, he is also crossing the river as a clay Bodhisattva.
"Okay, Mr. Yun, I understand what you mean. I will tell Lao Dong and the others right now."
"Well, that's it. The train is about to leave, so I won't tell you anymore."
After saying that, Yunfan hung up his phone and walked into the carriage, then returned to his box.
But as soon as he opened the door, Yun Fan was slightly stunned.
At this time, there was another male passenger in the box.
The male passenger was sitting on the lower berth and was wearing a black sportswear.
At this time, she raised her head and raised the corner of her mouth, looking at him with a sinister smile...